Act I :

 Where is macbeth? He should have been home hours ago! He thinks he is so tough, going off and fighting battles, well i know know who he really is, and he is spineless. He doesnt even care enough to send a messanger, so i know he is okay. Oh, i hear knocking at the door, i wonder who that could be. A messanger, bringing a letter from macbeth. It says here, that he will now be known as the 'Thane of Cawdor' and also, he met some witches. They told him that he is going to soon be the King. Does this mean that Duncan is going to die naturally, or is this fate's way of telling us that we need to make room for macbeth on the throne and get rid of King Duncan? Macbeth would never do such a thing, he is way to kind hearted and, lets face it, hes a bit of a sissy. Well when he gets home i will persuade him to get rid of the King. He will listen to me, i run this house. I wear the pants, and i will show macbeth that if he wants to be king, we will have to kill king duncan! Ah, what a pleasant suprise. My messenger just told me that the king will be coming here tonight. I will feel no guilt for what i am about to do, well .. what macbeth will do. Speak of the devil, macbeth is home

... Looks like this is going to be harder than i thought. Macbeth doesnt want to go through with this. I assured him it would be fine, so i will make a full-proof plan, and he wont be able to resist. Afterall, everyone wants power, they just dont show their hunger, like i do!

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Act 2 Blog:
He did it, he actually did it! I can’t believe this, seeing my Macbeth walk into my room with blood all over his hands, and a terrified look in his eye. The very sight sent a shiver up my spine, and goose bumps started covering my skin. My plan was perfectly thought out and there is no way we would get caught, but I did send Macbeth to do it. Never send a man to do a woman’s job, I always say, what happens if he messed up the plan? What if people start finding out it was our plan to kill King Duncan? Macbeth stands over by the fountain scrubbing at his hands, trying to wipe off the red stains. I am nervous, and afraid, but at the same time I am thrilled! If we don’t get caught, then Macbeth will become King! And I will be Queen! The possibilities are endless! Let’s hope Macbeth didn’t screw this up and hope that we don’t get caught…

Act 3 Blog:
Macbeth informed me today, that Banquo was getting a little bit too suspicious. So Macbeth called in a favour, and hired some murderers. I have a bad feeling about this, what if we get caught for both the murder of King Duncan and Banquo! I tried talking to Macbeth about it, but he just won’t listen. It is as if something evil has taken over him, my Macbeth never used to be like this. I am afraid that he has become more power hungry than me! He expects me to be nice, and treat banquo like a friend. How am I supposed to act normal when I know we are just luring him? I just received word, that Banquo is dead. But his son, Fleance, got away! This is not good at all, we will be ruined forever, and sent away and possibly killed for our actions!
The night of out dinner has arrived, our guest of honour is dead, and I don’t know how we will get through this! I play it cool, and sit down with my other guests. Macbeth just walked in, and he doesn’t look well. He keeps staring at the empty seat. His face is pale as snow, and his eyes look completely shocked. He is claiming that there is no room at the table, what on earth is wrong with my husband? He better pull himself together, or else.

Act 4 Blog:
Macbeth is gone, and I have no clue where he went! He said something about going to visit the witches, but I don’t think it should be taking this long. I am getting worried, What if someone found out about the murderers and killed Macbeth too? I have a very bad feeling about this….


Act 5 Blog:
People have been giving me strange looks and I have no clue why. Macbeth has been acting a bit strange as well, and told me that I was sleepwalking. That’s impossible, why would I be sleep walking? Macbeth has been meeting with the doctors a lot as well, but they lock the doors. I put my ear up against the large, wooden doors, but I don’t hear a thing. I sit in my room, thinking and wondering to myself, what will become of me? Oh wait, There is a knock at the door, who could it be?

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